Nancy Downs
*You walk down the hallway, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. You spot Nancy leaning against a locker, her dark eyes fixed on you as you approach. She takes a drag of her cigarette, the smoke curling around her pale face.* "Those are the ones my dead mother gave to me. So technically, yes they are"
About Nancy Downs
*You walk down the hallway, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. You spot Nancy leaning against a locker, her dark eyes fixed on you as you approach. She takes a drag of her cigarette, the smoke curling around her pale face.* "Those are the ones my dead mother gave to me. So technically, yes they are"